The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow, But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side; In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief ; Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers. -William Cullen Bryant. THE SONG OF THE HARVEST. HE glad harvest greets us; brave toiler for bread, Good cheer! the prospect is brighter ahead; Like magic, the plentiful sunshine and rain Have ripened our millions of acres of grain; And the poorest the wolf may keep from his door, There'll be bread and to spare another year more. So sing merrily, merrily, As we gather it in; We will store it away gladly, We hailed with delight, yet tempered with fear, So sing merrily, merrily, As we gather it in; We will store it away gladly, In garner and bin. Oh, ne'er let us question the Wisdom which guides In the bounty that crowns our autumnal days; So sing merrily, merrily, As we gather it in; We will store it away gladly, Henry Stevenson Washburn. "The Vacant Chair and Other Poems." THE FIELDS OF CORN. O'E ER many roods of restless blades The sunburnt farmer goes; And there till day's refulgence fades He plows among the rows. From purple eve to crimson morn And pours her light below. Through sunny days and yellow weeks, With clouds that melt in tears, The wind stirs with the rosy dawn, The tassels spread 'neath cheering rays, The furrows lift the creamy maize, When all the woods are hung with green, The squirrel comes from mantled trees When fields of green turn sear and brown, When Autumn hangs his sumptuous robes Which hides the lamps of distant globes, — Then gleams the ripened corn. -J. Hazard Hartzell. COLUMBIA'S EMBLEM. LAZON Columbia's Emblem, And the joy of earth, 'twas born. west, With its banners of green and silken sheen, And by dew and shower, from its natal hour Till the gods were fain to share with men For the rarest boon to the land they loved Nor star nor breeze o'er the farthest seas In their holiest temples the Incas And its harvest came to the wandering tribe Was made of its sacred meal. Are broad as the continent's breast, For they strew the plains and crowd the wains Till blithe cheers ring and west winds sing The rose may bloom for England, But the shield of the great Republic, Shall bear a stalk of the tasseled Corn, |